In a Heartbeat


In the time it takes
a pool of blood
to leave the chamber;
or a thin layer
of mucoid film
to blur a blinked eye.
As quick as a hair
on an alopeciaed head
dropping out,
or sweatbeads
to break
on a bare back.
At the point
where breathing in
turns to a sigh.
Where consciousness turns to dream.
On that cusp
I balanced us
and waited for us to fall.
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